Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
-Edgar Allan Poe
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
Joey and I talk about dreams on the way to school every single morning. The girl has dreams that only she could dream up (get it?).
This morning was different. I had to drive all the way to school by myself. She’s gone at a family thing for two whole days! And I had the best dream last night. But I forgot it because I didn’t have anyone to tell it to.
Please pity me.
But seriously, the ritual of dream-sharing that had subtly occurred over the last few months had suddenly ceased and I hardly knew what to do with myself. Like it was essential to my morning routine and the rest of my day was based off her wacky imagination. Was I dependent on Joey for happiness.
I asked myself this question subconsciously throughout the day. And finally came up with an answer as I was skipping fifth hour and heading to my car.
No, my happiness is not based off anyone. I had a wonderful day without Joey. Sure it was a bit different but we technically only have one class together. I have plenty of other friends who wish me to spend time with them. And, this one is for any adults reading, “Class is not a social hour. We are there to study and learn how to make this world a better place.” JK, I don’t even really talk to anyone outside of school.
I am perfectly happy writing this post. I am perfectly happy reading A Tale of Two Cities (which is amazing by the way). I was even perfectly happy taking my Algebra test today (I will not be happy when I see my grade…).
My happiness is not dependent on others.
From the world of the not-so-ordinary,